Orange Juice
Part 1-The Hallway
Chapter 2
October 31, 2001 11:59 pm A Club in D.C.
Julia stood in waiting, along with hundreds of other gothic teens, in her black leather dress and red "blood" splattered peasant top. The club was silent, watching the clock as it counted to midnight.when the real party would begin.
For some reason, the moment felt holy for Julia. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1.
And the lights flickered out.or did something slide over them?
October 31, 2001 12:00 am A Suburb in DC
Julia suddenly shot up in her bed. What a fun nightmare, she thought. How she wished to live in that kind of world. She stood up, and walked out to the hall.to get a glass of orange juice. She passed her brother's, Trevor, room. Julia could hear the familiar sound of AIM emanating from within. She knocked on the door, and her surprisingly tall and muscular (for a 12 year old) brother opened the door, wearing only a black t-shirt and boxers.and of course his ball chain necklace.
Julia, on the other hand, wore a big shirt and boxers. Very comfy. She, being 19, was supposed to tower over her little brother, but of course he was just as tall (well, taller, but Julia refused to believe that.) as she was.
"Shouldn't you be asleep?" Julia asked, leaning on the door frame. Trevor rand a hand through his brown hair, and Julia caught a glimpse of a silver trinklet along the bottom of Trevor's wrist as he answered. "Tomorrow is Friday, I don't have to really think." His voice was low, but definitely not post pubescent. Julia raised a brow. "Where'd ya get that?" She said, pointing at his wrist. Trevor untied the ankh from his wrist and hung it from his fingers before his sister's eyes. "Found it at a shop in DC-above one of those palm reading places. Supposed to be an anchor for your thoughts, or something."
Julia's eyes shot open. He was on the first step to becoming a mage, like her. She closed her eyes, entering her brother's mind silently, "telling" him things. Trevor blinked. He suddenly realized things. Realized that reality is mutable. Realized that it could be changed at will.
"I understand." He said.
November 1, 2001 A Suburb in Fairfax, VA 11:31 am
Their mother was out, and Julia and Trevor sat cross legged, facing each other. Trevor held the ankh in his hand, Julia-a golden sphere. "Now focus your thoughts on the ankh first. Tie your thoughts to it." She said, and Trevor nodded. He tried, tried and tried again. Julia seemed to already have done it, the ball was shaking rapidly.
He tried once more, and this time he almost felt his mind wrap around the ankh, it began to grow cold. "Something's happening!" Trevor said, stammering. Julia smiled, her eyes still shut. A soft blue aura now surrounded her. "Now keep your thoughts on that and focus on your target." she said, nodding her head towards the pebble on the floor.
Trevor awoke.
He was the mind of the rock. He willed his reality to be so. And it rose off the ground.
Along with everything else in the room.
November 22, 2000 Northwestern University, IL 9:24 pm
Emotions awake While gifts Of love Blossom
It's always Darkest Just before Dawn.
Julia felt awful. She sat on her tough campus bed in her tiny single dorm, her laptop blaring Dave Matthews. Today was he brother, Trevor's birthday. She brushed her natural red hair aside as she heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" She heard herself say. "Steve.Steve Branson. I'm your new RA. Just wanted to say 'hi.'" There was silence for a moment, Julia not moving and Steve not adding anymore, before the awkwardness was broken, or, some could say, deepened. "Um, hi."
Julia opened the door, and beckoned the tall man in. He wore a pretty tight turtle neck sweater that hugged his form. He wore baggy, faded jeans and a chain flowed from his pocket to a belt loop. Fashion shock, one could say. Although, Julia wasn't one to judge. She adorned a long white knit sweater jacket that flowed down past her knees. She wore a blue long sleeve shirt underneath and sweat pants.
Steven looked around the dorm, rubbing his barely there beard. "Alright," he said. "I'd better move on." Suddenly, he tripped over a rise in a rug (thrown on the ground very messily). He fell, a golden sphere flying out of his pocket.
Julia blinked at Steven, walking over to him, and bending to pick up the sphere. It seemed both cold and warm to the touch at the same time. She then looked down at the slightly older man. He was fine, if not a bit shaken.
Holding the sphere in one hand and offering the other towards Steven, she inquired. "What's this thing?" she said, pulling him up and nudging towards her other hand. Steven, now fully standing again, stammered.
"Uh..It's.err." He began to say before an unknown voice interjected. "It's a power focus," said the newcomer, leaning against the doorframe. Julia couldn't help but notice how cool looking her stature against the frame was. She'd have to remember to do that in front of Trevor one day. The woman was very pale, wearing a read leather blouse, fishnet arm socks, and bondage pants. "He's a mage."
The climax of the live version of Precious Things by Tori Amos startled Julia out of her confusion. "He's a what?" she asked towards the woman.
November 22, 2000 A Suburb in Fairfax, VA 11:50 PM
Trevor blinked in awe as an email sent from his sister popped out of his screen and danced around his room. Little, variously colored "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TREVOR!!" s spun all around him.
Part 1-The Hallway
Chapter 2
October 31, 2001 11:59 pm A Club in D.C.
Julia stood in waiting, along with hundreds of other gothic teens, in her black leather dress and red "blood" splattered peasant top. The club was silent, watching the clock as it counted to midnight.when the real party would begin.
For some reason, the moment felt holy for Julia. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1.
And the lights flickered out.or did something slide over them?
October 31, 2001 12:00 am A Suburb in DC
Julia suddenly shot up in her bed. What a fun nightmare, she thought. How she wished to live in that kind of world. She stood up, and walked out to the hall.to get a glass of orange juice. She passed her brother's, Trevor, room. Julia could hear the familiar sound of AIM emanating from within. She knocked on the door, and her surprisingly tall and muscular (for a 12 year old) brother opened the door, wearing only a black t-shirt and boxers.and of course his ball chain necklace.
Julia, on the other hand, wore a big shirt and boxers. Very comfy. She, being 19, was supposed to tower over her little brother, but of course he was just as tall (well, taller, but Julia refused to believe that.) as she was.
"Shouldn't you be asleep?" Julia asked, leaning on the door frame. Trevor rand a hand through his brown hair, and Julia caught a glimpse of a silver trinklet along the bottom of Trevor's wrist as he answered. "Tomorrow is Friday, I don't have to really think." His voice was low, but definitely not post pubescent. Julia raised a brow. "Where'd ya get that?" She said, pointing at his wrist. Trevor untied the ankh from his wrist and hung it from his fingers before his sister's eyes. "Found it at a shop in DC-above one of those palm reading places. Supposed to be an anchor for your thoughts, or something."
Julia's eyes shot open. He was on the first step to becoming a mage, like her. She closed her eyes, entering her brother's mind silently, "telling" him things. Trevor blinked. He suddenly realized things. Realized that reality is mutable. Realized that it could be changed at will.
"I understand." He said.
November 1, 2001 A Suburb in Fairfax, VA 11:31 am
Their mother was out, and Julia and Trevor sat cross legged, facing each other. Trevor held the ankh in his hand, Julia-a golden sphere. "Now focus your thoughts on the ankh first. Tie your thoughts to it." She said, and Trevor nodded. He tried, tried and tried again. Julia seemed to already have done it, the ball was shaking rapidly.
He tried once more, and this time he almost felt his mind wrap around the ankh, it began to grow cold. "Something's happening!" Trevor said, stammering. Julia smiled, her eyes still shut. A soft blue aura now surrounded her. "Now keep your thoughts on that and focus on your target." she said, nodding her head towards the pebble on the floor.
Trevor awoke.
He was the mind of the rock. He willed his reality to be so. And it rose off the ground.
Along with everything else in the room.
November 22, 2000 Northwestern University, IL 9:24 pm
Emotions awake While gifts Of love Blossom
It's always Darkest Just before Dawn.
Julia felt awful. She sat on her tough campus bed in her tiny single dorm, her laptop blaring Dave Matthews. Today was he brother, Trevor's birthday. She brushed her natural red hair aside as she heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" She heard herself say. "Steve.Steve Branson. I'm your new RA. Just wanted to say 'hi.'" There was silence for a moment, Julia not moving and Steve not adding anymore, before the awkwardness was broken, or, some could say, deepened. "Um, hi."
Julia opened the door, and beckoned the tall man in. He wore a pretty tight turtle neck sweater that hugged his form. He wore baggy, faded jeans and a chain flowed from his pocket to a belt loop. Fashion shock, one could say. Although, Julia wasn't one to judge. She adorned a long white knit sweater jacket that flowed down past her knees. She wore a blue long sleeve shirt underneath and sweat pants.
Steven looked around the dorm, rubbing his barely there beard. "Alright," he said. "I'd better move on." Suddenly, he tripped over a rise in a rug (thrown on the ground very messily). He fell, a golden sphere flying out of his pocket.
Julia blinked at Steven, walking over to him, and bending to pick up the sphere. It seemed both cold and warm to the touch at the same time. She then looked down at the slightly older man. He was fine, if not a bit shaken.
Holding the sphere in one hand and offering the other towards Steven, she inquired. "What's this thing?" she said, pulling him up and nudging towards her other hand. Steven, now fully standing again, stammered.
"Uh..It's.err." He began to say before an unknown voice interjected. "It's a power focus," said the newcomer, leaning against the doorframe. Julia couldn't help but notice how cool looking her stature against the frame was. She'd have to remember to do that in front of Trevor one day. The woman was very pale, wearing a read leather blouse, fishnet arm socks, and bondage pants. "He's a mage."
The climax of the live version of Precious Things by Tori Amos startled Julia out of her confusion. "He's a what?" she asked towards the woman.
November 22, 2000 A Suburb in Fairfax, VA 11:50 PM
Trevor blinked in awe as an email sent from his sister popped out of his screen and danced around his room. Little, variously colored "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TREVOR!!" s spun all around him.